Goodness me, somehow over the past couple of years, my blog has attracted 250 followers. Now, not all of them are actually followers particularly interested in my blog (as far as I can gather) and were only trying to garner followers of their own, but a lot of them are other writers keen to share ideas, and I love that. In fact, I love it so much that everyone who comments on this post (follower or not, to make it easier), will go into the draw to win an $25 Amazon gift card. Competition ends 11:59pm, December 9, 2014.
Onto my usual Wednesday post and NaNoWriMo is DONE, you guys! This year was another long November: I had commitments every night of week 3, as well as other general life things going on, but I made it to 50029 words on November 29 (which continues my tradition of winning a day early). Josephine, Armand and Bianca’s story is far from over, but it is one of my New Year projects. Until then, I’m reading as much as I can, and writing here and there. I did sort of accidentally sort of decide yesterday that I would attempt a December story-a-day challenge, though that may fall apart as early as today as I have a rehearsal for a Christmas show I volunteered for tonight, then a separate theatre excursion tomorrow, and then I’m hosting board games with my friends on Friday. But we’ll see. I got excited and searched the Google Play store for writing apps, so I now have two prompt apps on my tablet to play with. You can see Monday’s effort here and last night’s here.
Onto WIPpet Wednesday, and I have 12 paragraphs from this NaNo project for you, due to it being the twelfth month. In this scene, Josephine has been doing some spying, and she witnesses Jean Trivette, a well-known and very popular philanthropist, hit his wife. Josephine cries out before she can stop herself, and he spots her. I’ve fixed a couple of things, but this is mostly NaNo-raw.
“I’m sorry.” Josephine tried wriggling out his grip, but to no avail. “I’ll just go now,” she assured him.
“Like hell, you will, girl. Walk to that gate. If you try to run, I swear to god*, I will find you.” He pointed to a gate only a few feet from where they were standing and let go of her arm. She did think about running; technically, she didn’t exist in this world yet, but she believed his threat in spite of that. Shaking, she went towards the gate, and he opened it to meet her. He took her by the arm again and dragged her inside. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialled a number.
“Yeah, Marcel, it’s Trivette. I’m at the back gate. Got a trespasser.”
“I wasn’t trespassing!” Josephine protested feebly. She had a feeling no one was going to believe her story now and things were going to get even worse very quickly.
“Okay, yeah, I’ll meet you up at the house.” Trivette hung up the phone. “All right. Come with me. You’re about to meet my head of security.”
As he dragged her towards the house and up the stairs, Josephine saw the woman he had hit sitting with her head in her hands on a sofa on the porch. She looked up as they passed and caught Josephine’s eye, her eyes wide.
“I’m sorry,” she mouthed. Josephine wondered what she was apologising for.
Once inside, Trivette led Josephine to a living area, where he threw her roughly into a chair and sat down across from her. A few minutes later, a man twice as big as Jean Trivette entered the room.
“This is Marcel. Marcel, this girl was eavesdropping on a conversation I was having with my wife outside.”
“Was she on the grounds, sir?”
“Well, no, she was outside the fence, but… well, my wife and I were having a little disagreement, and she… saw some things she shouldn’t have. I’d prefer for that not to get out, you understand?”
Marcel nodded dutifully. “Of course, sir.”
*Yes, I know in last week’s WIPpet we established these people don’t have any gods. I started using these kinds of expressions anyway during NaNo because I didn’t want to take the time to think of more creative ones.
To join in on WIPpet Wednesday, simply post an excerpt from your current WIP that somehow relates to the date, and then link up with us here. We’re a fun bunch, I promise! Everyone is always wonderful and supportive. Thanks always to K. L. Schwengel for hosting. I need to get ready to go to work now – I started writing this last night since I’ll be out tonight – so I’ll go now and see you all when I see you.